When Jef first sees Varonyka, he decides to do anything to make her happy It turns out to be not so easy. I'm not sure what genre this really falls under, basically it's about life, death, friendship and finding the balance in it all. Alt viewpoints.

It
wasn't love at first sight. For two reasons, actually. One, it
takes the human mind at least two months to establish a true feeling
of love, so love at first sight isn't even possible. And secondly, I
didn't actually really feel in love with her.

It
was weird. There was no feeling of love, or even like. It was just
an odd feeling that all I really wanted to do, ever, it seemed, was
to make this person happy.

Her
hair was a vibrant, but somehow natural shade of red, pulled back in
a low ponytail. I was across the room from her, so I couldn't tell
the exact color or her eyes. They seemed dark though. Not
colorwise, in that way they were light, probably a green or blue, but
they seemed to suck in all the brightness in the room. There was a
very deep sadness in those eyes.

She
cast her gaze around the room, the light dissapearing into the depths
of her eyes. Her tiny rosebud of a mouth pursed worriedly, her brow
creasing to match.

Seizing
the opportunity, I waved, as friendly as I could, and pointed to the
seat next to me. There were only two empty seats in the room, one in
the middle of a bunch of football players, who eyed her like a pack
of sharks readying to attack a porpoise. The other empty seat was
the one she chose, in the back of the room. Next to me.

The
tardy bell rang just as she got to the seat. She smiled quickly,
graciously, but in no way happily.

Quietly,
as Ms. Saquizowskivich spelled out her name and explained that she
would accept Ms. S, the girl extended her hand, "Varonyka Phi.
With a p-h."

"Jef
Scotia. Like Nova." I glanced at Ms. S, who was still working
on that name, "You're new?"

"My
dad didn't want to pay for me to go to Xylar anymore. Says that was
just for my mother's sake."

For
a second it seemed like the room was going to go black, the way her
eyes and their sadness intensified.

"Lucky
you. If you need any help finding any classes, I'd be glad to help."

"Thanks.
I'm sure I'll be fine."

"Mr.
Scotia." Ms. S smiled unhappily, "I almost didn't see you
their tucked away in the back."

I
nodded. I'd had Ms. S the year before for honors junior English.
Now I was back again for AP Literature, senior year. We had had a,
shall we say rough time, getting along the previous year.

"Something
tells me that this year will be no better than last."

"I'll
try my best, Ms. S."

"You
will DO your best, Jef. No more trying."

"Yes
sir."

She
frowned at me and turned away to pass out syllabuses. Syllabi? I
smiled a little and turned to ask Varonyka.

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